Wednesday, May 22, 2013

I Want a Train Longer Than the Line at the DMV, Damn It!

I'm happy to officially debut my creative opus: the button down gown. I designed it back in January and introduced it to the world on May 16th at NYC's chic Gerschwin Hotel for a star-studded affair I hosted. It was hand crafted and custom made for me by multi-faceted Brooklyn-based miracle seamstress Danielle DeMatteo who graduated from Hofstra University with me last weekend! Her skills range from accordion accompaniment to seamstress (I mean it when I say multi-faceted) and has been a good friend of mine for four years!




Subsequent to the gown's debut, I've been frequently asked what inspired the whole concept. Besides my whole raison d'ĂȘtre of pushing the boundaries of gender ambiguity, some of the inspiration was birthed from a fashion film and the rest came from impractical clothing. When I say impractical clothing I mean the attitude behind it.  It's the mental outlook of "fuck you, I will wear 7 inch heels before noon," or "yeah, I can't walk in this but I'm gonna wear it anyway because it's so fabulous" that invigorates my creative impetus. I love seeing someone wear something that most say is unfeasible and absurd.  So obviously, I had to add an 8 foot train that required three people to help me change in the middle of Madison Avenue.

Over the past two and half years, my style has evolved from bona fide punk to a more avant garde-punk-street-glam smorgasbord. Although my taste is ultimately rooted in punk, I've been into flowy and elongated garments this year. My desire was to create something that honored my style and vision but was new and different. I wanted something whimsical that pushed the envelope of my artistic capacity, but correlated with my image at the same time. It's no secret that I love wearing button downs, so I just made one into an overwhelmingly ostentatious gown with a train longer than the line at Six Flags on a Saturday morning.

Now, if only I can procure a pair of black latex opera gloves...

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Galas Are So Not Punk Rock

As we all know, the illustrious MET held their annual gala this year centered around a "punk" theme. Subsequent to the calvary of stars dawning frivolous attempts at punk fashion, calamity ensued on every social media platform debating this years theme and its authenticity or lack thereof. This year's exhibit, in conjunction with Vogue, is meant to explore punk fashion through a haute couture lens. Unfortunately, galas are a flagrant display of wealth and antithetical to the punk movement.

Seriously, what happened? Sarah Jessica Parker, this isn't the Trojan War, I don't know how I feel about you trying to juxtapose that headpiece with that gown. Kim Kardashian, sit down and eat a biscuit. Kristen Stewart looks like she's being photographed by a creepy uncle during a family reunion. And just the bevy of boring and tragic attempts at trying to bring "punk" to the red carpet rubbed me the wrong way. I did, however, live for Madonna and Miley Cyrus' looks that evening.

But honestly, the uproar I've witnessed on my newsfeeds and timelines resonated with me considering my close ties with the punk community. It's not just a musical genre, it's an intrinsically harnessed attitude displayed by the way one walks, talks, acts, dresses, etc. I've always been inspired by the CBGB era and my iTunes is monopolized by one big fuck you. I wish I had been invited to the MET Gala. Part of my fashion installation would have been to sling back 10 PBRs and vomit on the red carpet.

I guess I'm just perturbed because I know an array of talented NYC artists who fight tooth and nail to achieve their dreams. They might not need a red carpet, but they deserve to be recognized. A few months ago, I was approached to do a punk photoshoot with Vogue. I was selected as one of the top choices, but unfortunately I didn't get it. I was bitter for a while, but I realized that I don't need a high brow publication to validate me. The streets are my red carpet, and if I keep a strong heart and a twisted brain, I can cause a ripple in whatever field I pursue.